Bait.
Much lauded by the critics, this tale of a Cornish fishing village dealing with the decline of the traditional fishing industry and the influx of wealthy Londoners was shot on black and white 16mm film using a clockwork camera, with the sound dubbed in afterwards.
Kermode, Bradshaw and other critics fell over themselves to praise this debut from Mark Jenkin.
It was shíte.
I was rather pleased to read the two-word review of one disgrnutled cinema-goer: 'Baffling and odious.'
Never believe a film critic.
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'
Where did you go to watch it? Picturehouse in Bromley? Did you take the bus? Was there room for your wife?
Kermode is a pretentious wánker, I'm afraid. I remember him going mental for 'A Field In England'. So I watched it and turned out to be tedious, incoherent nonsense. There was another one - Beasts Of The Southern Wild, I think? Anyway, Kermode practically came in my ears talking about how wonderful it was. Naturally, it was utter, utter toss.